This morning Boy 2 asked PHD to carry him upstairs.
PHD: I am not carrying a 7 year old around.
Boy 2: I am NINE.
PHD: Oh.
Then they stood there and looked at each other, as though they were unsure who won that round.
The answer, boys, is NO ONE. No one wins...
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| Someone is losing his marbles... |
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